Female Izuku Novels & Stories

Izzy's laughter breaks the spell and I step back from her and she huffs out air. "Cheese and rice woman. I get why they call you a sex goddess. I always thought it was an exaggeration, but here I am ready to throw myself at your feet after barely a kiss." She shakes her head with a smile on her face. "This is gonna be sooo much fun!" She squeals before she grabs her bags and rushes out of the room.

She said, winking at me as she walked further into the room. “Well he doesn’t like women, so—” Isa countered, pursing her lips. I glared at Isa. She knows damn well that I’m fully into pūssy, no offense to women and men that like cōck. Mine is enough for me. “Oh, I would love to watch!” She said, wiggling her brows, forcing Isa to grip her arm. “Can you not be such a whōre for five minutes?” She asked through clenched teeth.

No, that would make her look weak. Isabel was fighting within herself whether or not to run to her mate, so he would take away her pain or go through another heat without his help. Isabel’s alpha instincts and her desire for her mate’s approval was far greater than her sexual desires. She called for her cousin through the mind-link, asking him to get some new clothes and underwear for Dylan, instead of facing her mate.

she smiled. "You're soaking wet, mum," Izzy said and gave an extra hard suck on mum's right nipple as she ran her finger over mum's slit.

“Speaking of juicy... have you tried out any of the toys I gave you yet?” Clarissa’s eyes widened instantly. “What?! No—Isabella!” Alissa burst into laughter. “Wait, you really gave her the toys?” Isabella grinned proudly. “Yes. The self-love kit! It had the remote one, the heated wand, the clit sucker—” “Isabella!” Clarissa hissed, cheeks burning red. “I’m just asking for my deserved review!” Isabella said, laughing. “Like, do they buzz quietly? Are they waterproof? I need updates!”

Followed by a tentative smile and hurt in her eyes. Izabella is reclining her head in ecstasy when I suddenly find myself back with her and pounding into her. I scream her name and grab onto her neck as my orgasm erupts inside her, pulling her tight as an unexplainable sensation overtakes me. It seems primordial and animalistic as if he was possessed.

My palm itched to destroy something. She whimpered softly, her pupils dilating as I gripped harder. Then her tears reached me, and I blinked out of my rage. I loosened my grip, letting her collapse onto the couch. “Never speak of her that way again!” I roared, eyes wide and deadly serious. She gasped, catching her breath, trembling. I owned Isabella. She was mine. My little flower. No one…especially not a bitch like Jasmine…had the right to even utter her name in vain.

‘Fucking shit!’ With my pussy halfway down the big cucumber and my mum’s shocked eyes on me, my body freezes, except my slutty cunt squeezing tighter around the width. ‘What the actual fuck?!’ “Isla.” She mumbles, finding her voice, with her mouth wide. My brain spirals in shameful panic. I drag my skirt down to shield my mess and stand up, pulling the cucumber out of my wetness. It drops, coated with my thick precum. The green fruit is now a mix of filth and vanity.

“We just had a couple of very nice conversations. That's it.” “Sure.” I gave her a nice smile. “User name and password?” “HarpStrings and GonnaFindMeSomeLUV!23,” Rosie rattled off, emphasizing the capital letters. At least she had picked a decent password. I wasn't so sure on the user name, but it was too late now. Rosie chewed on her lower lip as she unconsciously rubbed her belly. Her dark brows were pulled together in fear that I'd still be mad.“Are we okay?”

They were late for a few minutes but managed to get checked in and boarded the ferry. The Busan Hakata (Fukuoka) ferry route connects South Korea with Japan and was currently operated by two ferry companies. The Camellia Line and JR Kyushu Beetle Jet Ferry. He chose the former since it was more crowded although it took longer to arrive. Natasha slept most of the time, exhausted while Hoon kept his guard up. Upon arriving, they took the train to Mokpo then rode a ferry to the island of Anjwa where they settled in a small house. As the day passed on, followed by months, soon years. Winter had rolled by, the hibiscus is no longer in bloom. The red slowly faded, petals falling off each day.